Who was your first? Your first vamp, I mean.
My interest was piqued by the cult classic The Lost Boys. My older sister took me to the movie with her—my first R-rated movie. I was too young, but here I am, over two decades later, addicted to those scrumptious bloodsuckers.
My first deep vampire love was Anne Rice’s Vampire Lestat. Not the Hollywood–Tom Cruise version, but my own drop-dead-Lord-have-mercy image conjured up over the summer of 1989 while reading one of the best damn vampire novels around. I read Interview With a Vampire first, then digested The Vampire Lestat. Oh man, it was the best book I’d ever stolen from my best friend’s mother!
Since that time, I’ve encountered many wondrous, magnificent, extraordinary vampirism-afflicted lovers. But the Vampire Lestat remains the epitome for me. He's fluid and steamy, one great body compounded by a beautiful smile that illuminates those fantastic lateral incisors. What’s not to love? So he’s a bit narcissistic—what great leader isn’t, I ask you?
But there are others. Creeping into the number 2 spot is an old and dear favorite—Bram Stoker’s Count Dracula. While I thought that young Jonathan Harker was cute, he didn’t hold a candle to Dracula, especially when wooing the sweet and innocent Mina. I think I really wanted him to win. After all, any good antagonist makes you secretly hope that he won’t be entirely thwarted. Oh, how I flipped through the pages, musing on his rich and dreamy expressions of love for Mina, however misguided. I thought Bram to be quite an author, considering I was still pining away for the sting of fangs against my le cou. I doubt any form of hypnosis would have been required. (To clarify, I am referring to the sexilicious version that appeared in England. Not the dude with the foul-breathed emissions that greeted poor Jonathan.)
A few centuries later, we meet my number 3 and Charlaine Harris' creation: Mr. Eric Northman. This was the first time that I was touched by a newcomer to the paranormal scene. I must say that I loved him the minute that I met him in Book 1. If you haven’t noticed, I have the teensiest, tiniest little thing for the bad guys. And in this case, he was the bad guy that actually was smooth enough to get the girl. He’s good enough to make you fall in love with the series. I’m attributing to pure Eric-love my dedication to the Stackhouse novels. My mother tried hard to keep me away from guys like him. Even his television image is a magnificent, megalomaniacal beauty.
Number 4, I am reluctant to tell you about. I feel a little disturbed that I’m intrigued by the man—er, using the term loosely. He is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. He’s smooth, and a little too down-to-earth, if you ask me, but when I read about Edward and he spoke of the gorgeous Dr. McDeady, I was all in, full throttle! I mean, he adopts children and cares for them, he’s a one-woman guy, he only takes vermin blood to spare us humans . . . he may just be the only good egg to make my listing. Still, too sexy to be alive . . . which explains a lot. It does leave you wondering, however, if there are any unattractive vampires aligned with the Volturi. Hmmm . . .
Finally, last but not least, my number 5 is Damon Salvatore of L.J. Smith's The Vampire Diaries. I told you that I have a thing for the bad ones, but I prefer to think of Damon as . . . misunderstood. The woman that he loved had obvious designs for someone else—like his brother—and he was killed maliciously by his father—what’s a guy to do, except spend the rest of his unnatural life wreaking havoc on humans and his vampire kin? If there were Vampire Therapists, I’m sure that Damon would benefit from a few hours in an open coffin discussing his inner corpse. The CW didn’t do a bad job of casting either. And how!
Well, there they all are, the great vampire lovers of my life. All smoking hawt and cool as a fan.